Me. vale. madre. [It's stubborn and digging, unflinching to the bone. She doesn't let her stare drift when she reaches down a moment later to set her fingers beneath his hand, pressing it up, up— to move the burrito away from her monitors and significantly closer to his mouth.
Shh.]
Nothing we do is about survival.
[Maybe at first, when she was too young to know better, still learning the finer details of pulling strings and reading data, but those days have long since passed. Now everything is about power: the protection— the freedom— it affords, even to people like him. To her.]
But if it makes you happy... [There's an exaggerated show of surrender when she lifts her hands, palms bared.] I'll 'take a break'.
no subject
Shh.]
Nothing we do is about survival.
[Maybe at first, when she was too young to know better, still learning the finer details of pulling strings and reading data, but those days have long since passed. Now everything is about power: the protection— the freedom— it affords, even to people like him. To her.]
But if it makes you happy... [There's an exaggerated show of surrender when she lifts her hands, palms bared.] I'll 'take a break'.
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